Doderic Took's page

Culture: Hobbit, Prosperous
Calling: Wanderer
Background: the Witty Gent
Hobbit Sense: Each Hobbit character in the group increases the company’s Fellowship rating by one point. Additionally, when making a Wisdom roll, Hobbits can roll the Feat die twice, and keep the best result.

Body:2 Fbody: 4
Heart:6 Fheart: 7
Wits:6 Fwits: 9

Endurance: 24 (16+heart)
Hope: 18(12+heart)
Encumbrance: 14
Traveling Encumbrance: 15/16
Traits:
Cooking:You know how to prepare food, from simple bread to your folk’s special dishes

Story-Telling: You are a masterful narrator of deeds and stories, able to weave plots and facts with passion and vividness.

Cunning: Your wit is sharp, and you are ready to use it to your advantage.

small: ???

clever: You are ingenious and smart, quick to learn and able to make intuitive leaps

Elusive: Elusive When you choose not to be seen, you can be as evasive as a fish in muddy waters

Folk-lore: You possess some knowledge of the many traditional customs, beliefs and stories of the various communities that compose the Free Peoples. Likely the result of your wanderings, this information may help you when dealing with strangers, letting you come up with some useful fact regarding their folk or a smattering of the appropriate language. Wanderers generally pick up this Trait during their time on the road

Common skills:
Inspire:1 (1pt)
Persuade:3 (3pts)*
Athletics:1 (1pt)
Travel:2* (2pts)
Stealth:3*
Awareness:2
Insight:2(2pts)
Search:2
Explore:0
Healing:0
Song:2
Courtesy:3
Riddle:2
Craft:0
Lore: 1 (1pt)
Weapon skills:
Bow:1, shortsword:2, Dagger: 1

Favored skills: stealth, Persuade, Travel, Insight

Weapons:
Shortsword: Dam:5 Edge:10 Injury: 14 Encumbrance: 1
Bow: Dam:5 Edge:10 Injury: 14 Encumbrance: 1
Dagger:

Armor:
shield (+2parry)
Leather shirt (4 encumbrance, 2dice)
Helm (6 encumbrance, +4 protection roll)

Parry: 11
Wisdom: 2
Valor: 1
Virtues: Small Folk

be telling this in a "first person" format. Since Doderic loves to recount tales.

Doderic takes a large swig from a pint and lights up his pipe.
Well, who here is interested in the tales of Doderic eh? Be warned! they are not for the faint of heart and may just instill in more respectable hobbit folk an urge for that any true selft respecting hobbit keeps away from... adventure!

He gives a grin to those around.
Well, as all hobbit tales do, it started, in a hole in the ground, on a day like any other. You see, I awoke that morning as all respectable hobbits do, to the smell of sizzling bacon, and toasted biscuits. The best way to start any day. And as all of you know, hobbits, know how to cook, but my old mum could out cook the best! He leans in close to those listening Its why I let her and pop stay with me, but don't tell her that! He laughs before continuing

So, as I was saying, I started my day as any respectable hobbit would, with a fine meal, and fine friends. Then just after elevensies, I left for the market. Not the local one this time, no, I was headed to the market in Bree. Perhaps, the first peculiar thing now that I think about it, but I was in need of a particular something, that none of the more local markets had. So, I started off. Oh, A word of warning to all you respectable folk! Always be careful when you set out on the road, for if you don’t keep your feet and wits about you, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off too! Well, On the way, at around one O’clock I stopped to make lunch, as any respectable hobbit would. It was piping hot vegetable soup, with twice cooked bread and some cheese on the side. He pats his stomach as if remembering a fine meal.

As luck would have it, a passerby stopped to chat, and as any good hobbit would, I offered him some lunch. For who doesn’t love a good lunch? He was a great, large fellow wrapped in a cloak and carried one of the biggest wood cutting axe’s I had ever seen! But he was a lovely bloke, save he seemed a bit in a rush. We shared a meal, and he told me I should be cautious, wolves had been seen prowling about the area. I asked if he had seen any today, and he said no he had not. So, I decided it was fine to continue, after all I was already half way there. It wasn’t an hour after he stopped that he went on his way, hardly enough time to let the meal sit well. He was heading the opposite way though,so I set off alone once again.
Doderic takes another long puff of his pipe before continuing.

Now, about half an hour from Bree, I sat to make some tea. And
Many a traveler did stop, to ask what was in the pot
I answered, some boiled leaf, to help and settle the beef
They then continued on their way, for they had much to do that day
But they all would spare a thought, for the hobbit and his pot,
And conclude that he was indeed quite the peculiar lot! He let out a laugh and took another puff on his pipe.

Now, once I was in Bree I saw many new sights, sights I hadn’t dreamed of before. It is far too busy and filled with horses for any respectable hobbit to stay long. Though, for some reason, this particular hobbit found it all quite interesting. I managed to finish my shopping, though I honestly don’t recall how with all the hustle and bustle and all the arguing of the whyfors going on about. Before I left, I stopped at an inn for dinner, a succulent roast as I recall. Now, it was a little early for dinner to most hobbits, about an hour but I wanted to head back before all the light of day had passed. By the time Supper came, I was a little over half way back, and so I sat down and used most of the provisions left that I had taken with me to cook a fine meal. Now, the meal was so fine in fact, that, when I leaned back against the tree for a smoke, I fell right off to sleep! he paused and leaned in again, his voice going softer, quieter and held an almost gasping tone to it.

Now, I awoke some time later to the scariest sight I had ever seen in person. Just feet away stood a monstrous wolf! Sniffing around my campfire. Oh, I was terrified! And who wouldn’t be? Have you ever seen a wolf?! Nearly big as a hobbit! With razor-like teeth and claws. It soon noticed me and began heading my way. Now, I could tell what it was thinking, “what a fine meal this hobbit would make” well, It didn’t count on one thing. I had Tookish blood, and us Tooks always know how to get out of sticky situations after all. With pure instinct and a lot of luck, I managed grab up my pan, and give that wolf the largest Bonk it ever had. Right on its nose. And I bet, if you get close enough to look, you could find one today still with a curved nose! he chuckles a bit then continues As it ran off yelping after the hit. Perhaps, I thought to myself, it hadn’t wanted to eat me. Still, better safe than sorry! He took a puff on his pipe, and blew out a smoke ring. Then, in a even more ominous tone, cutting syllables sharply, he continued.
But that is when I heard it. A low guttural growl, several actually, just off to the side in the trees. Lucky for me, us hobbits, and particularly me, are light on our feet. I managed to scurry off to the shadows, just in time see the ugliest things I had ever had the displeasure to see burst from the underbrush. They were Orcs, nearly a dozen of them. Hunched over, and sniffing. I watched as they came across my small little camp and quickly started grunting to each other. I knew I had to get away fast, god knows what would happen should they have found me. Now, I had thought myself exceptionally well hidden. And I was, at least to the orcs that had walked almost as close a mere 10 yards from me. However, I nearly fainted when I felt a gloved hand clasp my mouth and pull me back further into the underbrush. I looked up to see a young man with black hair, holding a finger to his lips. He moved past, and I saw another 3 figures in the shadows. They struck with bow and blade, felling the orcs in less than a minute. Though one had managed to sneak around and find me. I let out a yelp and turned, I blocked its crude blade with the pan I still had clutched in my grip. And, running off pure instinct and fear, plowed the pan right into the orcs face! It crumpled in a heap, unconscious in front of me. Needless to say, I found myself suddenly sitting on the ground and watching as one of the figures tied the orc up.

Doderic leans back again, pipe in hand before continuing with a more cheerful tone.

Well, I somehow managed to keep from emptying my stomach at the sight, though I don’t know how. One of the figures came to me and pulled back their hood. It was a fair elven maiden. Beautiful as the starlight we stood under. Now, I had never seen an elf before, matter of fact, most I knew of them were from old Bilbo and his tales. Now, this elf, surpassed everyone of them. Then the man from before came and spoke to me as well, and I noticed he was of even larger stock than the woodsman from lunch, and there seemed to be a much more noble air about him. He spoke in a harsh voice, almost like a scolding, and there was worry in the tone. Asking what I was thinking and saying that this was no place for a hobbit to be sleeping. To which, I heartily agreed! However, the elf placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and said, Strider, let me take this one back to his home. It would be dangerous to let him try and make his way back alone. Needless to say, I was quite welcoming to the idea, for I had no wishes to even attempt to travel alone anymore at that time. After a moment of hesitation, the man they had called strider agreed.
Doderic knocked out the ashes clogging his pipe before pressing more in and continuing.
And so, we set off. Over the next few hours, we talked, quite a lot, and the darkness of the night seemed not so heavy. In fact, the fear and anxiety I had felt just moments before seemed to dissolve into a relaxed and enjoyable comfort. Why, even when she kept me from sitting down and having a small meal I was fine. She told me of her people, of a town by name of Rivendell, and of the wonderous sights she had seen in her travelling of the lands. We shared a game of riddles, and, to my surprise, I was almost bested. Once we got back home, I bid the elf come in. At first, she refused, but, I wasn’t about to let my hospitality be questioned and so I insisted. She relented and, after my mother gave me an ear full and a half, we had one of the largest midnight meals I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking part in. The elf and I sang songs, and although as a hobbit, I had an exceptional voice, she sang in tunes and melodies I had only ever dreamed of. The curious bit was, she seemed as enthusiastic about learning the songs I sang, as I did about hers. So, we spent the better part of the early morning sharing songs and rhymes even after my family had went back to bed. Eventually, my body, exhausted from the fright of earlier, and too comfortable for me to not get sleepy, I nodded off, the last I remember was her looking out the small window in the kitchen. I awoke the next morning to the sound and smell of sizzling bacon. However, I noted something left behind on the table, a note resting on top of a pile of items covered with a cloth. There was the flute the elf had played, a map with several spots marked on it, a small song book, and a short, elven blade. Now, I wondered why in the world she had left me these things. After all, I was a respectable hobbit and had no use for a sword. Though, maybe, she had seen something in me that even I didn’t know about. The next year or so, would go on as anyone might expect of a good hobbit. I learned to play the flute she left, a beautiful instrument of silver, but, as time wore on. I noticed something, the enjoyable things, while still quite enjoyable, seemed to grow dull, or boring, and something akin to an itch in me started to grow. I spent more time looking at the map she left and recalling the wonderful sites she spoke of. Of Imaldris, the blue mountains, the golden woods of Lothlórien. Of the stories told by Bilbo about his adventures, And I began, to wonder.

So, Doderic is, or well, was a respectable hobbit. He loves a good song or poem, and enjoys, almost nothing, more than a good meal. He handles things rather well, and is filled with a cheery optimism that is a bit contagious. He loves to tell a tale, and has natural curiosity far above the norm of his kind. He is fond of nature, and has been learning a little more about it lately. On the road, he would rather have the smaller comforts than travel at a quick pace.